The halls of the Under City were made of gold, onyx and marble with fountain of liquid fire, and teaming with horned demons, succubus and hellhounds. Here, the screams of the tortured were incessant. One cry fell in harmony with the next like an organ of agonized souls playing a tune of melancholy and sadness. A song of the dead.
Ectophantasms danced in etheral winds before the throne. And upon it..
My breath caught in my throat. A tear fell from my eye. Feeling His presence so close brought an overwhelming joy to my heart, I’d not felt in 200 years.
“Laurence Kane!” came Demonias voice, and I trembled before it. My body crumbled to the marble floor as i genuflected before him.
“My Lord!” was all I could muster.
“Stand before me and look on me,”
“I am unworthy!” I replied.
“Yes you are!”
I stood and forced my gaze upon his magnificance. He’d chosen a human form. Tall, lithe, sinewy with an angular, beautiful face, framed by jet-black long hair. His eye glinted of fire.
“But I obey,” I said.